Cassandra
"Didn't you say that it was a smaller, older dog?" Tarra asks with a pointed look.
"Yeah, so?"
With a wry grin, Tarra comes to a complete stop with the grocery cart and looks down, raising her brow. "This is a bit much, don't you think? And, if it's a smaller dog, do you really think it will be able to lift that with his tiny mouth?"
I look down at the enormous dog bone in my hands and picture the dog trying to eat it. Sighing, knowing that she is right, I put it back and then look back to the cart. A heap of dog stuff forms a small mountain.
Food, dog bowls, a bed, treats, toys, a collar, and a leash; yup, I may have gone a little overboard.
"Let's go, I just want you to see him. He is so adorable," I gush.
We walk to the front of the grocery store, avoiding cashier ni
